Farmer Senda

Chapter 89 Antique Street

In fact, without Cheng Zhendong opening his mouth, Zhang Xiaohu already knew what he wanted from the previous clues.

With the aura in his body, Zhang Xiaohu's capture of details was beyond the reach of ordinary people. The effect of the aura was so miraculous and subtle that Cheng Zhendong's every move fell under his eyelids.

When Cheng Zhendong made his request, he actually made a lot of determination. He was afraid of being opposed by others, and he didn't care about losing face. What he cared about was that the connection he finally had was broken.

If so, Cheng Zhendong regretted that he was going to hit the wall.

Miraculous doctors are hard to find, and real great miraculous doctors are even harder to find.

Cheng Zhendong deeply understood the meaning.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled, with wide-eyed smiles, very bright, like the morning sun rising early, a touch of brilliance before dawn.

"Let me guess, have you told others about me?"

Zhang Xiaohu smiled at Cheng Zhendong, without showing any emotional changes on his face, but he on the other side felt uncomfortable.

"Genius doctor, don't worry, I will never spread your story!" Cheng Zhendong hastily explained that he is not a fool, knowing that there is a great doctor around him who will spread the word everywhere, this is the real big fool.

"It would be best if not, I don't want my identity to be publicized!" Zhang Xiaohu said lightly, the meaning in the words is actually very clear, I will not agree to your request.

Zhang Xiaohu cameo to treat illnesses, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now he knows the consequences of being a miracle doctor.

Of course, he is not very interested in the hat of a genius doctor. He has only learned some superficial knowledge. Even if it is really a cure, it is done through spiritual energy. Maximize the use of aura to make further treatment.

Zhang Xiaohu is not a fool when people say that he wants to cure a disease, so it is better not to get in touch with such things.

Cheng Zhendong showed regret. If it was someone else, he might have a way to make a move, but it would be impossible to deal with the genius doctor. He hoped to be broken by himself at this time. At this time, he was thinking about whether to talk again The last few sentences, even if it doesn't work, I have done my best.

"Genius doctor, I know you don't value money very much." Cheng Zhendong flattered him a little, "However, if you want to collect more wild crops such as ginseng, I think this person should be able to help you !"

If between money and spiritual energy, Zhang Xiaohu would definitely choose spiritual energy.

When the aura meets the requirements, the money will come automatically. Without the aura, the money is nothing but floating clouds. This is a matter of mutual assistance and mutual benefit.

"Can he provide ginseng?" Zhang Xiaohu frowned slightly, but he couldn't hear the meaning inside.

If it was something else, Zhang Xiaohu would be dismissive, but... ginseng, this is hard to say.

For example, right now, the aura in Zhang Xiaohu's blood is flowing rapidly, full of excitement and excitement, for no other reason than the wild ginseng in front of him, which contains aura.

It seems that I guessed it right, Dr. Zhang likes ginseng, I have to work on this aspect in the future, Cheng Zhendong is thinking secretly, I believe that starting from this aspect will keep in touch.

No matter who you are, as long as you are a person, you will always have something you like. If you don't like anything, then you can become a real saint.

"This matter is actually very simple. An old friend of mine, his daughter has a strange disease. He has searched for doctors all over the country, and even invited famous doctors from other places. The result is still the same. I think... I want to ask The genius doctor will go and have a look, if it works..."

Zhang Xiaohu pondered silently. Those who can become a friend of a millionaire must be rich. Ordinary people look down on rich people, especially if they dare to speak at this time. The relationship between each other is definitely not simple. matter.

I'm still at the first level of the Spiritual Qi Jue. If I want to become stronger, I need more Spiritual Qi. It seems necessary to go there myself.

After learning the Nine-Dragon Flying Needle Technique, Zhang Xiaohu became more and more confident in spiritual energy, and couldn't help thinking of the words left by the old man Baicao in his mind.

"Your talent is the best I have ever seen. You have learned all the changes in the Kowloon flying needle technique. The only difference is experience!"

Anyone who is a doctor needs a certain amount of practice before becoming a real doctor.

Zhang Xiaohu thought about it now, maybe this matter is more suitable for him.

Through the treatment of Cheng Zhendong, Zhang Xiaohu has a certain understanding of detoxification.

"Only this time, I don't want to hear such words again, I will rest for three days, and you will inform me then."

Cheng Zhendong nodded repeatedly. If he dared to say "no", he would be the one who would lose. "I can swear to God, if the identity of the genius doctor comes out from my mouth, I will be hit by a thunderbolt!"

As for whether God will get angry, Zhang Xiaohu doesn't know, but it's Miss Chen Simin who is having a headache now.

Zhang Xiaohu declined Cheng Zhendong's invitation, and came out of the villa by himself, while Fatty Qian was left behind.

Coming out of the villa, Zhang Xiaohu patted his full stomach.

After hailing a taxi, Zhang Xiaohu went straight to the bank, took out a cash check of 1000 million, frightened the staff, and was immediately invited in by the department manager.

Now money is the uncle, Zhang Xiaohu can be understood.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Xiaohu didn't need to open his mouth at all. He sat in the office drinking tea, and then got a bank card with 1000 million in it.

When Zhang Xiaohu saw a series of 0s from the counter machine, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes turned into money symbols.

"I'm rich!"

It may not feel like holding a check, but when the money arrives on your own card, it feels completely different.

100 million and 1000 million are not at the same level at all.

"I want to buy a car!"

"I want to buy a house!"

The way of getting rich came to my mind.

It has to be said that this is a materialistic society. If you have money, you are an uncle, and if you have no money, you are poor.

Zhang Xiaohu stood there stupidly for half an hour.

Speaking of which, at Zhang Xiaohu's age, at most he behaved old-fashioned, owning 1000 million at once, no matter what kind of person would be like this.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaohu finally recovered.

Money is really nothing!
Zhang Xiaohu still felt a little short of breath, and he became a multi-millionaire just like that. It’s unbelievable to think about it. Others can’t do it in a lifetime. He has become a multi-millionaire in less than two months. No one will believe it.

"Being a doctor is rich!"

While Zhang Xiaohu was still imagining, the phone rang and he realized it was a call from a stupid woman.

Before coming here last night, he received a call from Chen Simin, saying that he wanted to accompany her to go shopping, isn't that nonsense.

Zhang Xiaohu is determined not to come

The reason for the toughness needs no explanation.

Zhang Xiaohu surrendered. To deal with a fiery stupid woman, it is indeed quite a headache to beat and scold her.

Putting away the mobile phone, Zhang Xiaohu found that he could change to another mobile phone.

"It seems that Apple is popular now, and it's very suitable for chasing girls. Do I want to get one?" Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help thinking of Gao Qiang's words, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Qingshan City, Antique Street.

Zhang Xiaohu is now in a good position and has money in his pocket, so naturally he doesn't care about taking a taxi.

After getting off the car, it was exactly noon, and Zhang Xiaohu saw a girl in a white dress standing at the gate of Antique Street. Her pretty figure attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"No way, when will you be dressed like this?"

Zhang Xiaohu almost thought that he had admitted the wrong person. When he saw Chen Simin in the past, he was so innocent now, it's unbelievable.

"How am I dressed today?"

A gust of fragrant wind blew, and Chen Simin stood in front of Zhang Xiaohu, looking like a young girl.

"It's so beautiful, I almost didn't recognize it!"

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. Look at those people, they are all so fascinated by you!" Zhang Xiaohu laughed, and sure enough there were a few people not far away who couldn't move.

"You're talking nonsense, no one is normal!" Chen Simin scolded.

Antique Street, which retains the antique buildings of the Qing Dynasty.

Walking into this antique street is like walking into a different world.

This is the first time Zhang Xiaohu has entered Antique Street. He knows that Antique Street sells some antiques. As for how to classify antiques, he is not very clear. It is the case that everyone in the collection will punch eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu remembered that a foreigner once came to their village and bought all kinds of antiques, such as small toilets, which cost ten yuan each, big couches for rest, and carvings on the beams. He still remembered how proud he would be when he stole a toilet from someone else's old house and sold it for ten yuan for money.

Now walking on the antique street, Zhang Xiaohu saw various antique shops, displaying all kinds of porcelain, calligraphy and painting, ancient coins and bronze wares, ancient swords and some of the most common antiques.

These antiques are long and short, such as the unearthed bronzes. The price of these things is ridiculously high, and some of them are national treasures.

There are many short things, such as those food stamps and comic books in the 70s.

Here, Zhang Xiaohu seems to have found the feeling of his childhood, a very wonderful feeling, especially, some things are worth remembering.

As for the other items, Zhang Xiaohu doesn't know them, they look very good on the surface, who knows if they are fakes, even if you buy fakes in an antique shop, you can only say that you are unlucky.

Gold in troubled times, collection in prosperous times, this statement is not false at all.

(End of this chapter)